Siegel stepped up the city wall and could finally see what was going on outside. The lords of the south set up camp three miles from the walls and dug trenches and bunkers in the open spaces in between, so that the besieging soldiers could be transported under the walls. They are cutting down trees, moving towers and trebuchets are being installed in the camp. Siegel understood that they were now launching attacks in order to hold back his forces and wait for the completion of the siege engines.

In addition to avoiding arrows and transporting troops, the trenches also restricted cavalry movements. Due to good relations with the Raven tribe, the proportion of cavalry in the entire southern region was the highest. It seems that the enemy also knew this information, so he took precautions.

"The enemy is very cautious and rarely shows any flaws," Manna said, "and there have been a few times when there have been cavalry sorties, but then I think about it seems to be a trap." ”

Siegel nodded, raised his wand, and began to chant the incantation. The energy of magic continued to gather in the air as he pleased, and was under his control. The Flame Crystal glows reddish, channeling the fire elemental into the wand. Feeling only a gentle heat in his hand, Siegel grabbed the tamed fire elemental and swung it lightly.

After a loud bang, the fireball exploded among the besieging troops, the red flames engulfing steel and flesh, and the blast sent the soldiers to their stomachs. "It's a magician!" someone shouted.

"Just an exploding oil tank, nothing to be afraid of. A knight waved his sword, pushed away the hesitant soldier, and began to climb up the ladder. At this moment, another "oil can" flew towards him and exploded on the ladder. After a flash of light, the knight slammed into the dirt, shards of charred wood splintered with it, blood pouring out of his mouth. Seeing is no longer alive.

"It's the lord, the lord is back!" the soldiers on the city wall shouted in unison when they noticed this.

Siegel waved his wand and dropped the fireball again. The besieging enemy wailed in flames, rolled, and extinguished the fire with earth. They watched in horror. Hide behind knights with excellent armor, as if that would protect them.

Only the knights are the main body of war, they are the sharp knives and backbones of the army. For honor, for wealth, or for love, they came to Heim Territory, wanting to prove themselves in the war. Siegel wanted to prove only one thing: fire is more powerful than meat.

Fireballs flew down from the walls and fell into densely populated areas, effectively containing enemy attacks. Some knights took up longbows and even heavy crossbows and aimed their shots at the head of the city. Siegel is naturally not stupid to be a target. Constantly change positions and shoot fireballs down from all angles.

In the southern lord's barracks, someone silently counted the number of fireballs. "There are already seven fireballs. The man said, "Eight! It seems that this Siegel mage is really good." ”

"Expected. "A middle-aged knight in a silver cuirass with a badger as his family coat of arms holds a skewer of roast chickens, smeared with honey, and roasted on the fire. "Master Casper has already explained that he can't underestimate the enemy, and the mage who can become a lord will not have a bad brain and strength. But it's good for him to show up. The fireball will not have a great impact on our army. ”

"We?" snorted a female mage in a red robe with a handsome face but shaved hair, "When did these troops become ours?" You've got to figure it out!"

"When I send Ampa from Southnest City, Scott from Mount Waman, and the Campbell family from Softlake City to the front, the rest of the army will be ours. The man in the silver cuirass waved a chicken skewer as if he were using a wand. "Serra, I've done you a great favor!"

Serra knew Felton was thinking, so she walked behind him and gently massaged his head with her long, slender, onion-white fingers. "I want a reward. Huh?"

"Reward?" Felton shook his head. With a flick of his fingers, Serra lost control of her body and slumped into the chair next to her. "Remember who you are, I am the first disciple of Master Casper, and only a master can reward me. At most, you're just paying me. After such a long time in the south, the crimson spire has not been built, and the master is already very dissatisfied. If it weren't for the sake of you and my classmates in the past, how could I have come to help you?"

Serra blinked vigorously to show that she understood, and only then gradually regained her instincts for her body. At that moment, she was as if she was petrified, her skin, muscles, and even her heart no longer belonged to her, only the ability to think remained. Could someone who is proficient in transfiguration spells also be good at body control? Serra didn't dare to think about it, afraid that her thoughts would be betrayed by her eyes or movements. Knox are too good at capturing body language and figuring out the hidden meanings behind it. Serra cautiously stood aside, watching Felton munch like a savage, letting the grease and honey wet his beard.

It's all camouflage, part of Transfiguration. Felton often can't remember what he was at first, he had too many identities and too many tasks. However, he always remembered that he was the apprentice of Master Casper, and that he had to fight for the goal of the Knox Society.

The tracking down of the Black Phoenix and the Golden Dragon has gone nowhere, and the truth of these two names seems to be hidden, and even the use of prophecy spells will not yield any information. Felton feared Master Casper's punishment, so he planned to make a contribution to the South in order to please his teacher.

"Keep letting the warriors of Andoin attack until that mage is no longer using fireballs. Felton didn't care about the casualties, and gave a cruel order: "Let the other lords take a good look at what it means to be loyal!"

On the city walls, Siegel dodged his bow and arrows, and when he saw an opportunity, he unleashed a fireball downward, overpowering the entire line of enemies. Under the constant bombardment, the militiamen who had escaped with their lives all retreated into the trenches, trying to keep their bodies down and let the storm of flames pass over their heads. They prayed aloud for the merciful Mother Earth to protect them from the torture of fire and burning.

Siegel then changed the target of the attack to the ladder. He summoned the Fire Elemental Hound and ran along the walls, passing the defenders. When they find a ladder at the head of the city, they will jump on it and swoop down to attack. The ascending knight drew his sword in his hand as he maintained his balance. While blocking the blazing dog's mouth.

"Shoot the arrow!" the knight's sword was bitten, and there was a burst of pain from the tiger's mouth. He cried out for help: "Where are the archers?

Support soon arrived, and the bow and arrow were stuck in the body of the flame hound, and then it burned like a torch. The knight took the opportunity to withdraw the bitten weapon, and then violently cut off the dog's head.

He emerged victorious, but immediately found himself lost. Fire Elemental Hound that stays on a ladder. He had already set the wooden ladder on fire with his own body, and the flames burned the steps of the ladder.

The ladder fell, and the brave knight fell, slamming the corpse. Fortunately, with the protection of armor, he was able to save his life, but the broken bones and misplaced intestines left him incapacitated from fighting.

"Retreat!" someone shouted, "Run for your life!"

The militiamen, ignited by the fireballs, ran around, let out heart-rending screams, and frantically rushed towards the shield river, jumping in armor. Such a scene completely crushed the morale of the attackers. They jumped into the trenches and quickly retreated. Siegel casts a spell that summons a floating prosthetic eye that floats out of the walls to scout for him.

The militia retreated, and the wounded knights, supported by their attendants, were also evacuating into the distance. Siegel saw that there were still people hiding in the trenches, clinging to the walls and hiding their bodies with sand.

"No one is allowed to open the gates. Siegel said.

"My lord, we need arrows. There's a lot more to be used on the battlefield. Manna replied, "You have to pay attention to the supplies." The attrition of war is simply too great. ”

Siegel thought for a moment, then said, "Hang a basket from the city wall and go down." Up to three people at a time. He lowered his voice and said to the female archer: "There are assassins hiding in the trenches, don't let your guard down. ”

As the enemy retreated, a triumphant shout rang out from the walls, "Long live the lord!" and the human and orc soldiers raised their weapons in high air, howling deafeningly.

"Stop screaming, take a break!" Siegel said, "They're all stupid. That's why they'll come up and die. You have to be patient with stupid people, you know?"

Everyone laughed, and then went to rest under the arrangement of the orc Hum.

"I'm back, my lord. "The orcs themselves were wrapped in bandages and had multiple injuries all over their bodies. But the fighting spirit is still high. He pointed to himself and said, "I can keep fighting!"

Siegel hugged the orc and patted him on the back—the only place in his body that didn't have wounds. "I'll give you a mission, Humm, to put up my banner. ”

A new banner was raised at the top of the city, and black nine-clawed squid danced in the wind on it, its eyes burning with strange flames. The people of the Southern Coalition all saw this flag, and there was a lot of discussion, and for the first time there began to be a mood of worry.

"That lord actually came back at this time? ”

"He actually set the dog on fire, it's so cruel!"

"Hex! Absolutely evil hex!"

"You can't let such a lord control the fortress! this must be a conspiracy of the Kingdom of Stars. ”

"Or Waterdeep, it's no different anyway. They just don't want us to live comfortably!"

"Shut up, I'll meet him. Felton stood up, "Take my armor, put up my banner, and meet Baron Siegel under the leadership of Joheim!"

Two squires ran over and worked together to carry his armor box, which was lined up with cowhide cushions. This armor comes from the craftsmanship of the elves, using a large amount of Mithril as a material, which is light and strong. Many places have been hollowed out, inlaid with gems and magical runes.

For the average warrior, this is just a gorgeous breastplate, but for a knowledgeable mage, this armor can greatly increase the speed of summoning elemental energy, and it will not affect spellcasting at all. The runes on the armor also enhance the effects of spells such as protective arrows, deflection shields, and elemental tolerances, making them a very valuable gift.

Felton buckled his belt, hung up his dagger and dagger, heavy. Both weapons have a special design with a hidden wand that can be taken by surprise during combat. The groom brought his mount, a sturdy brown horse, dressed in extravagant armor, with only his eyes and ears leaking out. Spears, javelins, and heavy crossbows hung from the saddle, and shields and locks were on the other. Felton watched it all with satisfaction, and moved his neck slightly.

"My lord, why should you deign to end up, don't we have anyone to share your worries?" a tall man stood up, his bare head touching the top of the tent. His body was two men wide, and the horse was no more than a larger dog in front of him. This man's name is much less resounding than his nickname: "Bald Bear".

"Bald bear, are you itching again?" Felton laughed, "You're just an ordinary knight, you don't even have a title, will that lord take care of you?"

"Then I'll scold him to death!" and scold his whole family!" said with a smile: "I heard that he is a good girl, I will talk about it first!"

"Shameful to be deceitful!" exclaimed Viscount Jasper Bides. Although no one responded, many people frowned and nodded slightly.

"What's wrong with a rough man who only knows how to fight, but only loyalty?" said to the crowd with a gentle smile, Felton, "Let Big Bear try it, and it would be good to blow the morale of the other party." (To be continued......)